12-05-2013, 06:55 PM
Five minutes into strategizing, and they'd become a Bermuda Triangle of questions and answers. This was the exact kind of logistical poor-planning Torri intended to avoid on this assignment. Having been inducted into the upper clearance ranks required of the Facility, and now point-person in coordinating medical care and contingency plans for this trip, Torri was determined to not let anything derail the objective.
With so much riding on Michael's shoulders, she paid close attention to him. She was already used to watching for nonverbal signals-any physician would be, but a GMO practically dictated their charts by expressions from stubborn soldiers. Michael kept an incredibly close reign on his reactions. In fact, for non-military, Torri was quite impressed. Up till then, any sense of doubt in her mind about him was dismissed by the command of higher orders. They said to work with him, therefore she was going to work with him.
However, inconsistencies began to bother her. Particularly when Captain Zokoskev quite frankly chastised Michael right in front of her. Medical corps cushy-training or not, this wasn't her first butt-chewing. Like usual, she was confused by it, but not for the normal reasons.
Michael wasn't the only one good at hiding his feelings. Or completely suppressing, rationalizing, and ignoring them. If not, there'd not be a sane GMO on the planet. Although, by the thousandth apathetic TOD call, it was questionable how many physicians on tour still held a shred of normal expression. So, Torri kept a straight face despite the questions escalated by the Captain and Michael.
She considered his request a moment, then answered with a quick, flat tone. "As I'm in the business of saving lives, you could start with telling me exactly the kind of accommodations you've required in that past that might endanger them."
She quickly flicked a gaze toward the Captain, worried that there was something going on she ought to be briefed on, but actually, was clueless about.
With so much riding on Michael's shoulders, she paid close attention to him. She was already used to watching for nonverbal signals-any physician would be, but a GMO practically dictated their charts by expressions from stubborn soldiers. Michael kept an incredibly close reign on his reactions. In fact, for non-military, Torri was quite impressed. Up till then, any sense of doubt in her mind about him was dismissed by the command of higher orders. They said to work with him, therefore she was going to work with him.
However, inconsistencies began to bother her. Particularly when Captain Zokoskev quite frankly chastised Michael right in front of her. Medical corps cushy-training or not, this wasn't her first butt-chewing. Like usual, she was confused by it, but not for the normal reasons.
Michael wasn't the only one good at hiding his feelings. Or completely suppressing, rationalizing, and ignoring them. If not, there'd not be a sane GMO on the planet. Although, by the thousandth apathetic TOD call, it was questionable how many physicians on tour still held a shred of normal expression. So, Torri kept a straight face despite the questions escalated by the Captain and Michael.
She considered his request a moment, then answered with a quick, flat tone. "As I'm in the business of saving lives, you could start with telling me exactly the kind of accommodations you've required in that past that might endanger them."
She quickly flicked a gaze toward the Captain, worried that there was something going on she ought to be briefed on, but actually, was clueless about.